rm_jasmine_girl 38F
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3/17/2006 7:34 am

Last Read:
2/26/2007 12:35 am


Mood: Studious

cx250, one of the most intelligent men on AdultFriendFinder and thus one of the sexiest as well, emailed me yesterday a lovely poem by Charles Bukowski because he knows how much I love hearing him whisper the C word to my ears. Calm down girls - he is not a pilot; he just happens to fly that route a lot. But if you happen to know or come across any poems (apart from those by the Earl of Rochester) that mention the C word, let us know. Apparently cx250 is going to record a special audio book just for me!

P.S. Yes, that's a photo of the poet rubbing a cunt.

Like A Flower In The Rain

I cut the middle fingernail of the middle
right hand
real short
and I began rubbing along her cunt
as she sat upright in bed
spreading lotion over her arms
and breasts
after bathing.
then she lit a cigarette:
"don't let this put you off,"
an smoked and continued to rub
the lotion on.
I continued to rub the cunt.
"You want an apple?" I asked.
"sure," she said, "you got one?"
but I got to her-
she began to twist
then she rolled on her side,
she was getting wet and open
like a flower in the rain.
then she rolled on her stomach
and her most beautiful ass
looked up at me
and I reached under and got the
cunt again.
she reached around and got my
cock, she rolled and twisted,
I mounted
my face falling into the mass
of red hair that overflowed
from her head
and my flattened cock entered
into the miracle.
later we joked about the lotion
and the cigarette and the apple.
then I went out and got some chicken
and shrimp and french fries and buns
and mashed potatoes and gravy and
cole slaw,and we ate.she told me
how good she felt and I told her
how good I felt and we
ate the chicken and the shrimp and the
french fries and the buns and the
mashed potatoes and the gravy and
the cole slaw too.

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